I’m coming out of a particularly tough chapter in my life. For the past six months, I’ve been wrestling with the shadows of depression, but now, I’m finally emerging from that storm and stepping back into the sunshine. And let me tell you, it feels fantastic!
However, there’s a catch. During this challenging time, I packed on about 30 pounds. I didn’t even realize it until I hopped on the scale the other day. Sure, I knew I was squeezing into larger jeans, but I didn’t connect the dots to that hefty number.
Seeing my weight rise like that was disheartening. But let’s be real: this is often part of the package when you’re grappling with mental health issues. While physical health is key, you can’t really take care of your body until you’ve tended to your mind. My eating habits and exercise routine took a backseat while I navigated through my depression and anxiety. It was a tough trade-off, but I’d rather gain those 30 pounds than lose my zest for life entirely.
The silver lining? I’m in a much brighter place now, ready to refocus on my physical well-being. After years of yo-yo dieting, I know how to shed the weight — even if it comes off slower than it did a decade ago. I’m armed with all the knowledge: what to eat, what to dodge, and how to get moving again. I’m determined to reclaim my pre-depressive episode weight.
But let’s not kid ourselves; that’s a journey for another day. I don’t know whether it’ll take six months or three years to get back to where I was. The timeline is all fuzzy, especially when it comes to reclaiming your body. So, while I sweat it out and munch on salads, I’ve got to tackle something I’ve always struggled with:
I need to accept and even love my body as it is right now.
Yes, right now — with all its curves, rolls, and delightful squishiness.
This is a tall order for me. There have been times in my life when I felt great about my body, but those were during the good days — when I was at a healthy weight, treating myself well, and, let’s be honest, a bit skinnier. Loving my body was easy when all my clothes fit, and I had just one chin instead of a double.
But here I am, entering a new season of learning to love my body even when it’s not at its best. Just because my belly has expanded and the scale is showing a higher number doesn’t diminish who I am as a person or as a mom.
Sure, my arms might jiggle a little more, but they’re still strong enough to scoop my son up when he takes a tumble. My thighs may touch a bit more now, but they can still support my daughter as I bounce her up and down. And yes, my belly is squishier, but that just means my kids have a cozy spot to snuggle up on after a long day.
My body does not define me. I refuse to allow it to dictate how I feel about my life or myself. I won’t scrutinize every damp inch after a shower or wrinkle my nose in disgust at my reflection. I will not sigh over those extra inches around my waist.
Instead, I’ll view my body as a work in progress. It will never be flawless; it will simply “be.” My body is important, and caring for it is vital, but it’s just one facet of who I am. Just as I’ve learned to embrace other imperfections — my temper, insomnia, impatience — I’ll learn to love my body too.
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In summary, gaining weight during tough times can be a challenge, but it’s essential to learn self-acceptance and love your body as it is. Your worth isn’t defined by a number on the scale; it’s about who you are as a person and a parent.